It walked step by step with full of hatred and malice, stood in front of Zhou Xiao, opened and closed its bloodless lips, and said, "Zhou Xiao, I am not willing to accept it."
Mo Qi held Zhou Xiao in his arms and held his cold hands tightly, "Zhou Xiao, I'm here."
"Mo Qi, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that as soon as I turn around, everything will be gone."
"It's just a nightmare. It's okay. Nothing will happen. Nothing will leave. I and we will always be here." He slowly pressed his forehead against Zhou Xiao's, passing on the warmth from his body to him bit by bit.
"Mo Qi, have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."